Long Centerpiece Poems

It was dark out. The stars shone dimly, and the horizon blushed faintly as the birds sang, too cheery for the hour. A chill swept the edges of all the outside world: not cold enough...

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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER

Leonardo's Art

Leonardo da Vinci, a visionary of his time, was often likened to a grandmaster wielding a baton, orchestrating...

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Democratic America 
And conservative Britain
That’s the way it should be 
Democratic America 
And conservative Britain
That should be the exact order of things
The new world was born in 1492
To share democracy all over the world
America had...

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Lisa and I went to a reception, yesterday evening, for students who’d landed summer fellowships at a particular hospital in Boston. (Yeah us!) It wasn’t formal, so I wore a crimson cropped sweater, a beige...

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Today, oh man today
What about it....
Oh nothing, it was the only way I could think to kick this off
My head's been roaming all over space
I've been partying in the clouds
and my spacious thoughts
as if they...

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This house belonged to grandfather Rudolph,
though its history goes much further back,
all the way to the eighteen seventies,
when to this vast land Herbert Blake did trek.

It had once been a grand ranch homestead,
centerpiece of sixteen...

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What makes a person likeable?

How they look,
how they dress, 
or maybe who they’re friends with?
I think it’s about how kind they are,       
their willingness to be your friend.

“I guess...

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I'm sorry mom, but I killed a man.
His daughter and newborn that was in his hands.
I'm so sorry because you raised me well,
but there's a demon inside
and I thought that I should tell.
I found pleasure...

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a set of ten thousand eyes in which each individual carefully watches the sky.
the craft of winter is easy enough to master, thus easy enough to recognize. 

during life, people get used to the harbingers...

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It's a circus says the hypnotist
telling you subconsciously
how to feel amongst lions and tigers and bears
when you go to the zoo
not knowing its part of gods plan
and that we are all in essence animals and...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining room.
Noontime sun streaming in.
Chair rail with deep red wallpaper, white...

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Although I am doing my best to wrap my brains around all of this, there's just no way to dismiss some meaningful things I dearly miss. Quarantining for the purpose of containment of a deadly...

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For several years when our kids were little, every Thanksgiving Day, we all loaded up and headed for Aunt Fanny’s house.   New faces and lots of food were big attractions.  There was...

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this nucleus of sweet christian craziness
sought after from 1096 onwards
with 60,000 strong leading the 
kill-everyone-in-its-path-if-they-don’t-worship-the-same-character-of-fiction-that-we-do
campaign
stands tall within the canon of idiotic reasons that
humans have killed each other.

one has to wonder that if the devious concoctors...

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*** A DAISY TALE ***

A single, wild, tiny daisy
Less than a thumbnail in size, swaying side to side
In the slight, burning whiffs of a summer’s breeze,
Growing out from next to the house,
From the corner where...

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Sometimes folks will go and pity us,
“Come out of your shell!”they always cry,
forgetting that it you do that to a turtle
the poor beast is going to die.
But still some folks insist they try.
Introversion, they never...

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ROHRBACH CAFE

Intimacy.

A place
of shared warmth, an atmosphere of muted shadows and candlelight,
where
emotions, profoundly sincere,
softly glow,
flare,
then wane
until, fully consumed, they are dimmed
and gentled
by intrinsic breezes of serenity.

A cafe
of quiet murmers, hushed revelations
among tables close,
but afar,
where
evening lit...

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Written: August 23, 2023
Soup Poetry Contest                        Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ...

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© Ben Burton 6/18/2016

It's difficult to feel good
When you see
A long lost loved one
The meeting predicated
On the death of another
You both loved
But, at least one of you
Barely saw at all
Once those early years were gone
So...

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Welo and Shewa 
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.

She adored the unquietness...

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We sat in the fallout 
of last year’s gift exchange—
smashed angel centerpiece 
taped back together 
as good as a rogue bomb 
if someone mentioned it.

Our voices dragged
like anchors through an ocean—
low, cold, summoning something
older than...

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Dear whoever is reading this, you should probably stop
I've got a pen full of ink, and just took another Voddy shot
I've got love for everyone, even those who are resenting me
I'll be more offensive, to...

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Like Jesus’ invitation to his disciples: ‘follow me,’ 
I feel that there’s a voice within that calls me,
amid some doubts and worries that bother me;
I can sense God’s wonder in His own mysterious way.

 ...

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What reminds me always of my own identity 
being born in the Philippines, a poor nation;
faith and history that nurture my thinking,
their colossal meaning shows how I am doing.

  Perhaps an upbringing in my...

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I remember as a child walking through the countryside,
People were so polite to greet each other – how are you?
With simple lifestyle in an agricultural ambience,
Theirs is my goal, my future longing to welcome.

While I’d...

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